Wen Qing smelled the faint smell of blood on Sikong's body.
He was stunned for a moment, thinking that Sikong was injured, he opened his mouth, and just about to speak, the bloody smell disappeared without a trace.
Wen Qing's lips and teeth were filled with the rich fragrance of roses, lingering on Sikong's body, from head to toe.
Obviously, Sikong had been in the rose garden for a long time.
Wen gently and carefully sniffed.
There is indeed no other smell, only rose fragrance.
He didn't think much about it, thinking that the fragrance of the flowers was too strong, causing him to smell it wrong.
Feeling Sikong stroking her head, as if coaxing a child, Wen Qing blushed slightly, and quickly let go of the hand holding him.
He asked slowly, "Is that you in the rose garden just now?"
Sikong hummed.
Wen looked up at him, a little surprised: "So you are the young master of Rose Castle now?"
Sikong responded, the corners of his lips raised, and his tone was gentle: "Yes."
Wen Qing blinked, thinking to himself, if Sikong is the first young master, it means that the moody person Bai Tong and the others met is the second young master.
Thinking about it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Asha just said that the second young master usually stays in the room, which means that the chances of them meeting are not great.
Sikong will definitely follow him out of the castle.
The second young master is moody, and the third young master has a little three-headed dog...
Because the person in front of him was Sikong, Wen Qing was very relaxed, standing in front of him and meditating on the advanced tasks, she didn't notice the smile on Sikong's face at all.
Sikong looked down at him.
Wen Qing's eyes were wet and red, her eyelashes were stained with little teardrops, her long and slender eyelashes drooped slightly, her fair cheeks showed a little red, she looked pitiful and cute.
It's exactly how he likes it.
"Sikong..." Wen Qing raised her head again.
Sikong's brows and eyes were half closed, looking at the slight smile on Wen Qing's lips, the trust in his eyes.
Are you so happy to see Sikong
Then if you know the truth...
Just thinking about it, the smile on Sikong's lips became bigger and bigger, and his excited fingertips trembled slightly.
He slowly raised his hand, fingertips pressed the tears on Wen Qing's cheeks.
Wen Qing was taken aback by his actions, and quickly took a step back, saying embarrassedly: "I'll just wipe it myself."
"Don't move." Sikong said in a low voice, holding his shoulder with his left hand, covering Wen Qing's cheek with his right hand, wiping away tears with his thumb.
Feeling the warm skin under his fingers and the fresh life, he almost couldn't control himself.
He flexed his fingers and wiped away the tears.
One click, another click.
The tears were wiped away, but Sikong was still stroking his warm and tender skin.
The white and tender skin on the cheeks soon turned red, which was obviously rubbed out by someone, and the desire to abuse in the bottom of my heart was hooked.
Wen Qing didn't notice Sikong Hao's abnormality, until his strength became heavier and heavier, his cheeks felt a little burning, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.
The water vapor that dissipated in the eyes floated up again.
Wen Qing called out again: "Sikong?"
Sikong came back to his senses, stopped his movements, lowered his eyes to restrain his emotions, and said lightly: "I'm sorry."
"You have dirt on your face."
Wen Qing was taken aback for a moment, thinking that it was similar to the zoo dungeon, he smelled of a three-headed dog or something else, and Sikong was helping him.
Wen Qing whispered, "Thank you."
Sikong let out a low laugh, slowly withdrew his hand, gently brushed Wen Qing's wet eyelashes with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Why are you crying like this?"
Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she whispered: "You don't know."
Sikong lowered his eyes and said softly: "Now I know."
The voice of this sentence was very soft, Wen Qing didn't hear clearly, only heard two words clearly.
He pursed his lips, and continued to talk about what he wanted to say just now: "I just saw a three-headed dog."
Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
Wen nodded lightly, and said while gesturing, "But it's only this high."
"The eyes of the three heads are also black, not red."
As he spoke, he glanced around, and after making sure there was no one around, he lowered his voice and asked Sikong: "It's a bit similar to the three-headed dog we saw before, but it's a bit different."
"Could it be the former son or grandson?"
Wen Qing raised his eyes, looked deeply into Sikong's dark eyes, and couldn't see any emotion.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "Is this something that can't be said?"
Sikong responded casually.
Wen lightly sighed, and said in a low voice, "That's fine."
he continued to ponder
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the more she felt that there was a relationship between them.
The small three-headed dog is playing with a ball, and the big three-headed dog may be playing with people.
And this is a god-level dungeon... Ji Yu should be there, right
Wen Qing was a little worried, and quickly asked 001 in her heart: [System, if it is a three-headed dog, can I use the dog trainer aura?]
001: [Yes.]
Wen Qing continued to ask: [But it has three heads, should I slap three times? Or any one will do?]
001 said indifferently: [Any one, it just has three heads.]
[Not three dogs.]
With these two sentences, Wen Qing heard that 001's tone was a bit cold, as if he was upset and angry.
Wen Qing was startled, wondering: [What's wrong with you?]
001 sneered, and asked back: [What can I do?]
Wen Qing is more sure now, 001 is angry.
He said slowly to 001: [I am different from you.]
[I can't hear what you're thinking, and I can't find out that you're angry in time, let alone why you're angry.]
Wen Qing said seriously: [So if you are still angry, you can tell me.]
001 was quiet for a while, and said to him: [It's not because of you.]
Wen Qing froze for a moment, and responded in a low voice.
001 softened his tone, and said: [I'm fine.]
Wen Qing heard that 001 was still a little upset, and murmured vaguely, thinking that if it had nothing to do with him, he could still make 001 angry...
Does it have something to do with love action movies
001: […]
[You do the task well,] it paused, and couldn't help emphasizing, [Wipe your eyes clean.]
See who is who.
Wen Qing thought about the meaning of the wiped eyes, did it mean his yellow eye disease
Wen Qing stopped thinking about it and looked at Sikong.
Sikong stood aside, looking at him quietly.
Behind him are two overlapping long knives, with a gloomy air, which is strangely blended perfectly with Sikong's temperament.
Wen Qing couldn't help but take a second look.
Sikong glanced at Dao, and asked casually, "Do you like it?"
Wen shook his head lightly: "I don't like it."
He had never been interested in such things.
Sikong laughed lightly: "It's a pity."
"These two knives are quite useful."
"lady!"
Suddenly, a girl's exclamation sounded from behind.
Wen Qing turned her head and looked over, it was Asha.
Asha ran towards him quickly, and within two steps, she seemed to have seen something frightening, and her face turned pale with fright.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then looked back, but there was nothing.
Sikong looked at Asha coldly, and his tone was still gentle: "What's wrong? Asha."
"What did you see?"
Asha fell to her knees on the ground, trembling all over, and stammered: "I, I..."
Sikong narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Have you seen the second young master?"
Asha opened her mouth, and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Yes, I saw the second young master..."
Wen Qing stood between Asha and Sikong, facing Asha, unable to see Sikong's expression.
Seeing Asha frightened like this, he became more and more sure that Bai Tong and the others met the second young master, and even the maids in the castle changed face when they saw him.
Asha knelt on the ground and continued, "I, I'm worried about Madam."
After finishing speaking, she raised her hand and slapped herself severely: "It's all Asha's fault, Asha shouldn't let Madam walk around alone."
"My wife has only been married for a few days, so I'm not familiar with the situation..."
Asha slapped herself hard as she spoke.
Her delicate cheeks flushed instantly, and the sound of applause echoed in the corridor, clear and loud.
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then hurriedly stepped forward to stop Asha's movement: "Stop beating."
"I told the butler that I want to walk alone."
Asha paused and looked at him tearfully.
Wen Qing helped him up, and asked suspiciously: "I told the housekeeper, didn't he tell you?"
"No," Asha lowered her head, her voice choked up, "Mr. Steward will not tell us."
Wen Qing was startled, and then said: "I'm fine, you can do other things."
Asha opened her mouth, and after feeling the cold gaze from the side, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to make a sound.
Seeing her hesitant to speak, Wen Qing was even more puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Asha shook her head.
Sikong said: "Asha is your personal maid, let her follow."
Wen responded lightly and asked Asha to follow him.
Asha was very measured, she didn't get too close to them, but kept a certain distance.
Wen Qing glanced at Asha from the corner of her eye, recalling Asha's expression as if she saw a ghost just now, then turned her head to look at Sikong.
Sikong's facial features are deep and his outline is sharp, not much changed from his previous appearance, the only difference is that he is more emotional now, Wen Qing can see that he is a little happy at the moment.
Following Sikong through the corridor and out of the gate, Wen raised his head slightly, only to see that the sky had also changed.
Some of the dark clouds had dissipated from the gloomy sky. Although there was still no sun, it was much brighter than the sky just now.
There are rose bushes planted at the door, and the petals of the roses are dripping with water, and the green leaves are full of vitality.
The plants are completely unaffected by the weather.
Wen Qing stood at the door, looking at the colorful roses in the distance, pursed her lips, and asked Sikong in a low voice: "Where are we going now?"
Sikong said flatly: "Flower picker."
"The new gardener who arrived a few days ago was useless and his hand was broken."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the roses again, the bushes were not high, barely reaching waist level, so they wouldn't be broken.
Thinking of what Bai Tong said about someone playing the role of a gardener, Wen Qing paused.
He stood on tiptoe, moved close to Sikong's ear, lowered his voice, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Is it because of the second young master?"
As the warm breath brushed his neck, Sikong squinted his eyes and responded with a low voice.
The next second, Asha's stumbling voice sounded behind her: "Husband, madam..."
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at her.
With a pale face, Asha said nervously: "You, your clothes are covered with leaves."
After finishing speaking, she took a trembling step forward and stretched out her hand cautiously.
At the moment when he was about to touch the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, a hand moved faster than him.
Sikong turned sideways, picked up the leaves sticking to Wen Qing's back, casually threw them on the ground, and looked at Asha in warning.
Asha froze, and quickly backed away.
After walking two steps, Sikong turned his head to look at Wen Qing.
Because of Asha's sudden sound just now, Wen Qing distanced himself from him again.
The two were half a meter apart.
Sikong's nose moved slightly, sniffing the fragrance of roses in the air.
The distance between him and Wen Qing is too far, and he can't smell the unique sweet fragrance of Wen Qing.
Sikong half closed his eyes, and glanced at Asha.
Asha lowered her eyebrows and seemed relieved.
Sikong snorted softly, walked up to Wen Qing's side, put his arms around his waist, and brought them to his body.
Wen lightly stared blankly at Sikong.
Sikong lowered his head slowly, kissed Wen Qing's earlobe in front of Asha, and whispered: "Be careful."
Wen Qing swayed slightly, leaning against Sikong.
Sikong's breath went straight into his ears, itchy and cold.
For some reason, Sikong felt a icy chill.
Wen Qing endured the discomfort, and asked in a low voice, "Be careful of what?"
Sikong looked down at his rosy earlobes, and hooked his lips: "Don't let Asha find out that something is wrong."
"Come closer to me."
The slightly cool breath seeped in along the collar, Wen Qing couldn't help shrinking her neck, and asked softly, "Is our relationship so good?"
He was a little puzzled, as Asha said just now, he had only been married for a few days.
Are you close to your eldest son
"Yes," Sikong replied, his expression unchanged, and he whispered, "You are very clingy to me."
"After all, I am the eldest son," Sikong admired the blush gradually spreading from Wen Qingqing's ears, and said two words lightly, "Like a father."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled non-stop, and she glanced at Asha behind her from the corner of her eye.
Asha lowered her head, her face was still pale, and the hands by her legs were trembling slightly, which looked a little strange.
The movement of being hugged by Sikong is a bit ambiguous and uncomfortable, Wen Qing is not used to it, and doesn't like it either.
He hesitated for a while, turned his head, and said to Asha, "Asha, are you feeling unwell?"
"Why don't you go to rest first."
Hearing this, Asha turned even paler, bit her lip, and shook her head repeatedly.
"Asha isn't, isn't feeling uncomfortable..."
Sikong: "It is her duty to serve you."
Asha refused to leave, and Wen Qing had no choice but to be hugged and continue walking.
There are rose bushes outside the castle. The flowers are very beautiful, but the thorns are very penetrating. A single rose has countless thorns, standing upright, and the tips are red. Things get stained.
Passing through a rose bush, to the side of the castle, there is a two-story house.
Before going in, Wen Qing heard the bluffing discussions inside.
"Miss Maid, why do you have to hire a gardener every now and then?"
"It's because the rose garden is too big."
"Miss Maid, can you tell me what color roses adults like?"
"I was not selected last time, and I will definitely be selected this time."
...
These are thick men's voices, which can be heard clearly from a distance.
The voices of several people talking became louder and louder, and soon, another female voice sounded.
"Quiet!" Because the gardeners who came to apply for the job were too loud, she also raised the volume.
"Masters don't like noisy people! I advise you to talk less!"
"And you, you're in your forties or fifties, it's your luck that you weren't picked to become a gardener—"
Hearing this, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, do the maids know what will happen in the castle
Asha hurried forward, opened the door, and yelled, "Lily!"
The maid in the house who was wearing clothes and talking froze, turned around, and knelt down without even raising her head.
There was more than one maid in the room. When Lily knelt, the others also knelt down.
Several gardeners looked at me and I looked at you, and knelt down on the ground hesitantly.
Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then looked at Sikong.
With a calm expression on his face, Sikong said flatly, "Get up if you are kneeling."
"Yes..." the maids stood up nervously.
The maid who was scolded by Asha just now didn't stand up, she raised her hand and slapped herself again, lowered her head and said, "Lily knows she was wrong."
Sikong glanced at her and said flatly: "Don't make me say it a second time."
Lily paused, unable to believe that she was let off like this.
Sikong glanced at the four or five gardeners in front of him, and frowned slightly: "Are there only a few of them?"
Lily nodded and said hastily, "Because we have recruited many times, this time there are only five people."
There are five gardeners in the house, four of them are very old, all over 30 years old, and the last one is very young, wearing overalls, with a childish face.
Among them, the oldest gardener lifted the flowerpot behind him and said to Sikong, "My lord, this is a black rose that I carefully cultivated."
Sikong glanced at Rose, didn't even glance at the works brought by others, and raised his chin directly at the youngest gardener: "You stay."
As soon as these words came out, not only the little gardener was stunned, but also several other old gardeners.
The man standing next to the little gardener quickly patted the little gardener on the back: "Hurry up and thank you sir!"
The little gardener hurriedly bent down to thank: "Thank you, sir."
He glanced at Wen Qing who was in Sikong's arms, and added: "Thank you Ma'am."
"Your wife is so beautiful."
Wen Qing quickly said, "I'm not his wife."
The little gardener quickly apologized: "I was rude, Miss."
Hearing this name, Wen Qing was silent.
He looked down at his clothes, and said to the little gardener, "I am a man."
The little gardener blushed and stammered, "Yes, I'm sorry, young master."
Sikong laughed softly, and said to Lily: "Take him down."
Several old gardeners were led away from the hut by the maid, while the young gardeners were led back by the maid.
Wen Qing looked at the lace on her body, the hanging gem ornaments, and then at Sikong beside her.
Sikong and his clothes are similar.
He raised his eyelids, Sikong was still smiling.
It was the first time I saw Sikong laughing like this.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and asked slowly, "Is it so funny?"
Sikong nodded, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "I haven't been this happy for a long time."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then looked up at him.
Sikong slowly lowered his head and leaned in front of him.
Wen Qing subconsciously backed away, but the hand around her waist tightened and brought him in front of Sikong again.
Sikong stared into his eyes, kissed the tip of his nose affectionately, and said in an ambiguous tone, "You will make me happier."
"Is that right? Mother."
Wen Qing was stunned, not because of Sikong's actions, but because of Sikong's words.
This, this is called fucking...
After a while, Wen Qing nodded slowly: "Hey, good son."